The family sat around the huge table, having their dinner. Each soul was deep into his/her own thoughts as the only clicking of the cutleries could be heard in the huge mansion.

"How's the meal, father?" Chloe asked, breaking the silence in the house. Mr. Anderson cleared his throat before nodding his head.

"Good. Did you prepare this?" He asked.

"Yes, Father. I'm glad you like it," Chloe smiled, stealing glances at Gregory who was silent.

"What's your next plan now?" Mr. Anderson finally asked. He stopped eating at once and tapped his forehead repeatedly.

"Once they leaves for their honeymoon, then I'll take my action" He muttered.

"Let's see...